This slave knows very well that he deserves a harsh punishment for what he has done, but he is trying by whatever means to soften my heart. He even gave me, as a gift, something I had desired for a long time: an expensive whip of hard leather, built as they used to. He hopes to sweeten me but, clearly, he doesn’t know my infinite cruelty. Unfortunately for him, his gift has had the opposite effect and, now, I have one more reason to enjoy his suffering: testing my new bullwhip and see the deep marks it leaves on his white back skin (and not only there). Bound between two iron poles, this stupid slave cannot but wig and squirm like an eel, desperately trying to avoid the painful blows of my whip, but in vain: his frail body will have to endure more than 20 minutes of a terrible whipping. At the end, completely exhausted, he cannot but cry like a baby trying to get some relief but, today, I feel very cruel and this is only the beginning of an excruciating martyrdom!!!